Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

She couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation because her mind had gone blank with worry. “I will tell her, thank you.” Daisy hung up and looked at Palmer with a faint smile, making her worry even more. “What is it, Mom? Is it Faith?” She asked, concerned. “No, it’s Grace,” Daisy said, pressing her lips together as she thought about what to say. “There was a fight at her house, and she and Christopher got hurt.” “Mom…”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Derry said to Lily and she smiled as they both walked to the dance floor Nicky had created and they danced. While everyone was happy and enjoying the happy day, Rosy was on her way to Washington to visit Jennifer and informed her she had the original documents of Mingle International.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

"Caleb! If you've got the guts, then really marry that blind girl!" I didn't flinch or look back. I just walked out of the restaurant with Grace beside me. My assistant, Nico Hayes, pulled up out front and stopped the car. I helped Grace into the backseat gently. Only then did she speak for the first time. She told me her last name was Bellamy, and that she'd lost her vision in an accident a few months ago. Bellamy? In Riverton City, the Bellamy family was practically royalty. Everyone wanted a connection to them.

Damien watched her. And somewhere deep beneath the ocean, the King of the Deep smiled. His daughter had finally been found. And the man who had discovered her secret was about to make the greatest mistake of his life. Because Damien Rivers thought he had found a weapon. He didn't understand that Marrine wasn't the weapon. She was the war.

Every part of her body ached, as if she was going through some sort of physical withdrawal, and her throat burned with unshed tears. "Are you nervous.?" Ugo asked her. She glanced at her friend. "Not really. Brett won’t be there." "You’re sure about that?" Daisy nodded. "I won't be going if I thought otherwise. You've forgotten how enormous my pride is." Daisy watched Ugo drum her fingers on the armrest between their seats. For all the shopping they did on Saturday, she had made only two purchase. A white beaded top and black jean skirt that had a cut opening in front. Just to restate how stylish she was, Ugo styled the two outfits with a stylish straw hat and sparkly make-up.

Tonight I was going to be her again. I did my hair. I put on earrings. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a moment, not critically, not hopefully, I just looked. Daisy Brown, twenty four, fashion photographer, currently residing in a borrowed room in an apartment that was not hers, in possession of all her own feelings and not willing to give them away for less than they were worth. I picked up my phone. Opened the chat between Casper and I. I typed quickly before I thought about it too carefully.

Chapter 109 Take me out of here, Jayson." Daisy gritted immediately she stepped into the living room, and saw Jayson sitting with Gracie. She didn’t break her stride; her boots clicked rhythmically and aggressively against the hardwood as she lunged for the front door, her hand already reaching for the brass handle. "Daisy! You’re finally here!" Gracie’s chirpy voice sliced through the heavy tension, forcing Daisy to anchor her feet to the floor. She turned slowly, her gaze lingering on her stepsister with a cold, unreadable mask. Gracie was obviously excited to see her, but it was the opposite for Daisy.

Nikolai was jolted awake from his sleep by a sudden, piercing ache in his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Teddy nestled against him, and Rosalind was sleeping peacefully. He should have felt happy, yet an overwhelming sense of unease washed over him, mingled with a tinge of disappointment. If it were Vivienne and their child by his side, wouldn’t this be true happiness? But it wasn’t. Besides, Vivienne had such a terrible temper. She was hardly able to take care of Teddy now.